.the floating mind is filled,with the pain of love,to the brink...and as i sink,and as i douse,it's raining hard,it's raining loud,all i can do is sit and watch....ever rain drop,an extra bar,of the prison-in which i am caught....they won't let me go,until they all reach down,and make sounds,having me resonate,because they stay long,taking time of our voices,pausing,with vibrato,looking at each other,to see what the light of the eyes talk...there is lightning once in a while,making my pupil shrink,when i think of,your nod,to my thoughts on,how easy it is,to make me smile...and there is a thunder that follows,i hear your laughter,through the air,laughing at my silly,whiny,less intense despairs....i feel,the tears rolling down,through,red light,of the eyelids shut,they are fat,and m simply not crying,for your attention's sake...the rain stopped...there is equilibrium outside...a silence sane,and so,so inane,pointing towards me,with it's pricky end...it asks me why is there,so much noise here,inside,i have no answer,but only my tears...but it says,they are only water droplets...how can i show silence the red,the red blood,my heart bleeds,effusing silently,losing all colors,to get rid of the pain,it can no longer endure...the silence can't see,the silence can't feel,it just says... says,says,says,tears are vain,only water droplets...it cannot remember it's dead parents' names....

Numb...No pain... All drained...Comfort attained...An outsider,inside...Beloved,exists outside...Nothing can hurt...Fucked up,But abstinent...Clear,But only a silhouette...Life is lifeless,So is death...

Cleanse,the anesthetic...Absolve,Through clarity...Face,Everyday...Pain,Full of hope...Love,Full of pain...Ahhh!This is life...Pleasure,Always does change...Walk,Beside,with a hand in my hand...

Friday, July 10, 2009

...he caught the punch,from the air,from the fist,from fists-fire that burns,the air,around the wick-a seeking protrusion,from the wax below...and on his face he blew,the storm,with whirling winds,that carry the obnoxious dirt,sheathing the fragrances,at depths...

the skin on knuckles,bled,awakened snow,melting,under the baby sun crimson red...to waters sparkling,pristine,meandering,from corners,of the eyes-looking at the image,of the man,who had been him,on the mirror-a river which erodes,the earth,all the time,to mud,more useful...

the reflection made him all new,the pain-the wind,cooled to breeze...filling his breathe with fragrance,the eyes had a new light,light,that dissolved the tears,and blood,to make twilight,light,reached the abyss of the mind,the mind-the flowing river,to evolve,into soil,with trees and fruits,of efforts and truths...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Fell in love,At a very young age...and it was all and a craze...soon he left,for another girl,a child,he had many reasons,they all seemed,right...like the eyes and it's light....so,it's been a pleasure,since then,to assume,that the flaws are on this side,he is still the brave,charming,prince,of the treasured,fairy tale,which is still under editing,after the first print,cast reduced to only 2,the princess is her own knight...but nothing to fight!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

....i am insane,insane,'cos you wrote it on my forehead....dear, listen,i am insane,'cos you wrote it on my forehead....

..

all of you now,say "it should'n ve been,destined-for me, in such a way, regrets,our condolence"

....hehe,allright!

'cos i am insane,and it is already destined...and very emphatically,carved on my forehead...i'll light it up,bright,incandescent, like a million fire-flies-dancing,swaying,always moving....jumping,seeing,seeking, glowing,many many possibilties...

i'll light it up,bright,burning,with all my fuel and fire,which had to be dormant,but, always yearning, yet...

i'll light up my forehead,i'll use it as searchlight,to find unknown truths,'cos i have a new perspect...

the light shall,engulf in,and radiate,atleast one truth,all the sane men,could never find...

i am insane,but not handicapped,i am enabled,very enabled,to get enlightened....

i wont live in a shell,there's fire boiling,in my every blood cell...i am crazy,but contributing....

i am crazy,but contributing,in my own way...is everyone so?if not,are they still acceptable?

About Me

i knew and know, how fast i slide,
how hard i sway,
how far i throw away,
how long the bubbles were to stay...
friend,i still play the same games,
it's all th same-unpredictable,different maze,
but every time i feel a different way,
i do not allow you to just say...
you have to feel and stay...